Sally's heart pounding in her chest, she tentatively approaches the edge of the pool. The water's surface is smooth as glass, reflecting the lush canopy above. She kicks off her boots, feeling the cool, soft moss beneath her feet. Her fingers trace the hem of her shirt, hesitation giving way to desire. She peels off her clothes, standing naked under the open sky, her skin prickling with goosebumps. The air is cool, but her body is warm, her blood pulsing with excitement. She takes a deep breath, her nipples hardening as she steps into the water. It's cool, refreshing, yet it does nothing to douse the fire within her. She dives in, the water enveloping her, washing away her inhibitions. As she resurfaces, she feels alive, free, and utterly, deliciously wanton.